Thursday morning first thing, we go to the vet for blood analysis which wasn't so good so at 4pm, Mr. Muggles has a stomach ultrasound. There, bad news, his gallbladder is going to burst. The only competent surgeon for this case is an hour and a half away and there is no space for him on thursday night.

Mr. Muggles is now under strict surveillance, no playing, no running, no jumping so no steps (not practical at my place...) so he has his private baby parc. With 5 untasty pills a day, mom is covered with dog food but we're all happy he is safe home with his pals.